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Chariiy Pupil 

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The Charity 
Pupil 

A Play in Four Acts 



By 



Carolyn Frances Rice, and 
Marion Spring Clark 



MARCH BROTHERS, Publishers 

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CAST OF CHARACTERS 

Miss Elizadeth Langlev, Mistress of Johnson 
Hall. 

Magnolia Simpson, her protege. 

Hetty Perkins, maid. 

Miss Matilda Jerusha Green, supposed board- 
ing school inspector. 

Pupils. 

Bernice Jui.ien, leader in the school. 

Ethel Fenleigk, the snob. 

Clementina Clarissa Chester, alias Toddles, 

who uses slang. 
Florence Norton, who brags. 
Esther Lewiston, who airs her grandmother's 

views. 
Clarice Long. 
Joyce Miller. 
Kitty Emerson, hzLhy of the school. 

Betty Maitland, Olive Arlington, friends of 
the girls. 

(Costumes, modern.) 

SYNOPSIS 

Act I. — School sitting room. An afternoon 
and evening of the same day. 

Act n. — Same. The next morning. 

Act hi. — Bernice's room. Evening cf next 
day. 

Act IV. — School sitting room. A month later, 
Commencement Day. 



The Charity Pupil 



ACT I. 



Scene. — Sitting room at Johnson Hall. Curtain rises 
showing girls around piano, singing. (Any school or 
popular song.) 

Toodlcs (after song). I say, girls, that's a 
cracking good song. 

(Enter Bernice hurriedly.) 

Bernicc. Oh, girls, what do you think? 

Toadies. Nothing. I never do ! 

Esther. Well, what's up? 

All. Do tell us ! 

Bernice. Oh, you will have to guess first. 

Kitty. Miss Langley is going to let us have 
ice cream for supper ? Um-um ! 

Bernice. Oh, you're freezing ! 

Clarice. We are all going driving Saturday? 

Florence. I'm sure I don't know. 

Ethel. It's a wonder you admit it. 

Bernice. Well, T guess I shall have to tell you. 
Miss Langley has consented to take in a poor 
pupil, a regular country greenhorn. 

Toodles. Well, I'll be jiggered! 

Ethel. Of all things ! 

Clarice. She probably will have wisps of hay 
in her hair, likely as not try to blow out the gas, 
and — 

Esther. Eat with her knife, of course. 

5 



6 THE CHARITY PUPIL. 

Kitty. What do you suppose she will look 
like, girls? 

Ethel (sarcastically). Oh, a raving, tearing 
beauty, of course. 

Florence. 1 suppose that she will talk with a 
regular Down East twang and through her nose 
at that (imitating it). 

Esther. My grandmother says Down East 
people are respectable, to say the least. 

Bernice. 'I heard her mother is a special 
friend of Miss Langley's, so, of course, she will 
get all the petting. 

Ethel. I know that she will be ill-bred and 
extremely repulsive to my finer sensibilities. 

Esther. And mine! 

Clarice. Same here ! 

Toodles (aside). Now wouldn't that jar you! 

Esther. Well, girls, my grandmother says 
don't cross your bridges before you come to 
them. 

Ethel. No, and after all, we don't have to 
have anything to do with her. 

(Enter Hetty.) 

Hetty. Well, young ladies, I've got some news 
for you. Miss Langley had a caller this after- 
noon, and I just bethought meself that the brass 
fixin's on the door needed cleanin', and so — 

Toodles. Then, Hetty, you were doing some 
rubbering as well as rubbing. (Girls laugh.) 

Hetty (ignoring her). And from what I 
beared I take it she's a havin' another girl come 
to the Hall. 



THE CHARITY PUPIL. 7 

Joyce. Oh, tell us some news, Hetty ! 

Hetty. You've heard, have you? Well, as 
I was a goin' to say, she don't have to pay for 
tuition and board, neither. 

Kitty. Really? (Girls stare in surprise.) 

Ethel. A charity pupil ! 

Hetty. And 1 was thinkin' as how I could 
work her in for makin' beds, and dustin', and 
washin' dishes, and mebbe for cleanin' up after 
your spreads, and — 

Toadies. Oh, you talk too much, Hetty. 

Hetty (starts). Land sakes, here conies Miss 
Langley. (Hetty exits.) 

Toodlcs. Beat it, Hetty. 

(Girls scramble wildly for books and fall into 
attitudes of study.) 

(Enter Miss Langley.) 

Miss Langley. My dear girls, I had not ex- 
pected to find you studying. Why, Bernice, my 
dear, what book is that in which you are so 
deeply interested? The dictionary? What is 
there you wish to find in such a hurry? 

Bernice. Oh, er — I — 1 only wanted to find 
the definition of prestidigitator. 

Miss Langley. Yevy good, my dear, very good, 
indeed. 

Bernice (aside). Whew, that was a narrow 
escape ! 

Aliss Langley. Now pujt up your books, young 
ladies, for there is something about which I 
would like to speak to you. As you know and 
knew, when you came here, Johnson Hall is not 



8 THE CHARITY PUPIL. 

an establishment of any great financial backing, 
and — (bell rings). 

Hetty (outside). You're wanted, Miss Lang- 
ley, ma'am. 

(Exit Miss Langley.) 

Kitty. I wonder who it is. (Girls listen in- 
tently.) 

Bernice. Hark ! Miss Langley is speaking, 
I think. (She goes to door and opens it a crack 
to hear.) 

Miss Lanylc'y (outside). Magnolia, my dear 
child — . (Girls snicker..) 

Florence. What a name ! 

Miss Langley (outside). I did not expect 
you until to-morrow. Why you are the very 
image of your mother. You must let me intro- 
duce you to the girls. (Bernice shuts the door 
hastily and runs back to her seat.) 

(Enter Miss Langley, with Magnolia follow- 
ing shyly.) 

Miss Langley. Young ladies^ I have the pleas- 
ure of presenting to you my young friend and 
protege, Miss Magnolia Simpson (drawing Mag- 
nolia forward) of Fairville, Maine. (She holds 
out her hand, but girls pretend not to see it, 
except Bernice, who shakes it gingerly.) I hope 
you girls will be very good friends. (Girls ex- 
change glances.) Now, girls, go to your rooms 
and get readv for the evening meal. At tea time 
you will have a chance to become better ac- 
quainted. (Turning to Magnolia.) Come, my 
dear, I will take you to your room. 



THE CHARITY PUPIL. 9 

(Exit Miss Langley and Magnolia.) 

Ethel. Just as T expected — from Wayback ! 

Joyce. And what a name, too ! (Pause.) 

Clarice. Well, girls, we can call her Mag! 

Toodles. No high-falutin' names for me. 

Ethel. Oh, no, none for you, Miss Clementina 
Clarissa Chester ! 

Toodles (making a face). Young ladies, I 
have the pressure of presenting to you Miss 
Mongolia Samson. (Girls laugh.) 

Florence. Well, I am sure that my mother 
would seriously object to my having anything to 
do with such a commonplace individual. (Tea- 
bell rings. Girls rise.) 

Kitty. Oh, hurry girls, or we'll be late. 

Bernice. Remember, be on your best behavior 
to-night, for we have with us "my young friend 
and protege. Miss Magnolia Simpson." (Exit 
girls.) 

(Enter Hetty.) 

Hetty. This way, ma'am, this way. (Ushers 
in Miss Matilda Green.) "Miss Langley is hav- 
ing tea now, ma'am, but I will tell her as how 
you be here. 

Miss Green. Here is my card. (Hetty takes 
it and exits.) 

Miss Green (settling herself). Now to fol- 
low out Mr. Simpson's directions and play the 
role of an amateur detective. (Opens bag and 
takes out letter'and spectacles.) These are what 
you might call my marching orders from Mr. 
Simpson. (Reads.) 



10 THE CHARITY PUPIL. 

"The Wells, Mexico, May — , 19 — . 
"Miss Matilda ureen. 

"Dear Friend — Please ascertain, to the best of your 
ability, how worthy Johnson Hall is of my endowment." 

So that's his plan, is it? (reads). 

"Also find out if those so-called 'ladies' act as such, 
and how they treat a little country girl, like my 
daughter, Magnolia. It was extremely kind of Miss 
Langley to remember the friend of her childhood days, 
and, in my absence, care for her daughter, since her 
mother's death. I would be only too glad to endow the 
school. The oil wells down here in Mexico are proving 
of more value than I dared hope. I do not wish you to 
let Magnolia know of my whereabouts for a short time, 
and I also wish to keep the fact that I am growing rich 
a secret. 

"Hoping to hear from you in due time, I remain, 
"Yours respectfully, 

"James T. Simpson." 

Miss Green (folding letter). I will endeavor 
to do all I can for him. (Takes out large hand- 
kerchief from bag and blows nose vigorously.) 
I will take advantage of the opportunity and look 
around. (Gets up and inspects room.) It is 
kind of untidy, though. Still, girls will be girls. 
(Picks up Shakespeare from bookcase.) Ah! 
vShakespeare ! (Finds pickled lime near where 
book has been, and picks it up gingerly.) What 
is this — a lemon? They evidently find the sub- 
ject rather dry. (Drops lime into bag.) I don't 
want to get them into trouble. (Pause.) Here 
comes the madam, I guess. (Primps before 
glass.) 

(Enter Miss Langley.) 



THE CHARITY PUPIL. 11 

Miss Langley. This is Miss Green, is it not? 
I am Miss Langley. 

Miss Green. Yes, I'm Miss Green — Matilda 
Jerusha Green, named for both my grandmoth- 
ers. I am a boarding school inspector. You 
may have heard of me. 

Miss Langley. No, I can not say that I have. 

Miss Green (aside). Nor any one else! 

Miss Langley. Can I help you in any way? 

Miss Green. Yes, indeed. Of course, I al- 
ways remain a while at each school and join the 
pupils in all they do. I do not wish to have you 
inform the girls of my errand while I am here. 

Miss Langley. Very well, I understand your 
errand and acquiesce to what you have said. Per- 
haps you are tired and would like to retire imme- 
diately to your room. 

Miss Green. I would, if I may. 

(Miss Langley rings for Hetty.) 

(Enter Hetty.') 

Lletty. Ma'am? 

Miss Langley. Please show Miss Green to 
her room. 

Hetty. Yes'm ! (She takes Miss Green's 
bag.) 

Miss Green. Thank you. Miss Langley. Good 
night. 

Miss Langley. Good night. Miss Green. 

(Exit Hetty, with Miss Green following.) 

(Exit Miss Langley.) 

(Enter Magnolia.) 



12 THE CHARITY PUPIL. 

Magnolia (looking around). I think I shall 
like this place very much. The grounds of John- 
son Hall are beautiful. Mother told me once 
that in the garden there is a quaint old sun-dial, 
which bears the inscription, "I only mark the 
sunny hours." (Pauses and looks around.) 
When I found that Johnson Hall was to be my 
home for a while, I was very happy, for I knew 
there were girls here of my own age. As mother 
was sick so much, and I had the care of her and 
the house, too, I had no chance to make any 
intimate friends. My books were my only com- 
panions. (Picks book up from tal)le.) Oh, here 
is my old friend, "The Idylls of the King." (Set- 
tles herself to read.) 

(Bernice, Toodles, Florence, Ethel, Kitty, 
aside at entrance.) 

Kitty (nudging Bernice). You go first. 

(Enter girls.) 

Bernice (diffidently). How do you like the 
school ? Do you think you will be homesick ? 

Magnolia. Oh, I think I shall enjoy it very 
much. It seems a little strange at first, you know. 

Ethel (condescendingly). What sort of a 
home have you, Mag? 

Magnolia. Oh, just a simple country home, 
but life was never monotonous and we had many 
good times. 

Florence. What do you call good times, 
Mag? 

Magnolia. In the winter we have sleighing 
parties and quilting bees, and in the summer and 



THE CHARITY PUPIL. 13 

autumn we have hay parties and husking bees. 
At the quilting parties we have contests to see 
who can quilt the fastest. 

Florence. Oh, I am sure I could quilt the 
fastest and best of any one. 

Ethel. Did you ever try it? 

Florence. No, but I am sure I could. 

Bern ice. Oh, of course. 

Magnolia. Does Miss Langley have any spe- 
cial rules here ? 

Kitty. 1 think she is very strict. 

Toodles. Ahem ! Well, I guess she is not ! 
Not by a jugful ! 

Bernice. Oh, Magnolia, don't look so alarmed. 
Miss Langley isn't what Kitty says she is at all, 
but she is firm on certain things. 

Magnolia. What things? 

Toodles. Oh — er — we have to take a glass of 
molasses and water before each meal, and a soda 
mint after. Drink lots of Hood's buttermilk to 
insure long life, and climb three flights of stairs 
twice a day to make us highminded. 

Ethel. Toodles, don't be ridiculous ! 

Bernice (explaining). Oh, the rules are really 
very simple. Promptness at meals and recita- 
tions, neatness of dress and proper chaperonage 
when leaving the school — these are the principal 
rules. 

Magnolia. Well, I am sure those are very 
simple. (Rises.) Ycu must excuse me now, 
for my unpacking is yet to be done. (Starts to 



14 THE CHARITY PUPIL. 

leave room.) Oh, I forgot to ask you what time 
the hghts must be out. 

Kitty. At ten o'clock. 

Magnolia. Ten o'clock ! Why, I always go 
to bed at eight. At my home all respectable 
people are in bed by that time. 

Ethel. Then I suppose you do not consider 
us respectable people. 

Magnolia. I didn't mean that exactly, but — 
er — well, good night and thank you very much. 
(Exit Magnolia.) 

Toodles. Humph ! Goes to bed with the 
chickens. 

(Enter Clarice, Joyce and Esther.) 

Joyce. Oh, here you are ! We have been 
looking everywhere for you. 

Bernice. You should have been here. We 
have been having an interview with Miss Mag. 

Kitty. Yes, and she has just left us to go to 
bed. Bed! just think! 

Esther. My grandmother says it is none too 
early. 

Bernice (rising). Well, where is — (looking 
for handkerchief). I guess I must have left it 
in the dining room. 

(Exit Bernice.) 

Clarice. I met Betty and Olive this morning, 
and they said they would try and come over the 
next half holiday. 

Esther. We must try and get up some cele- 
bration for them. 

Joyce. It will take Bernice to plan for that. 



THE CHARITY PUPIL. 15 

(Enter Bernice.) 

IBcrnice (excitedly). Oh, girls, I have just 
heard the azvf idlest thing ! 

All. What's the matter? 

Bernice. As I passed Miss Langley's office 
I caught a glimpse of her looking very glum and 
in her hand were some papers which looked very 
much like deeds. (She pauses for breath.) 

Toodles. Don't leave us in suspense ! 

Bernice. I heard a man's voice, too. 

Toodles. The plot thickens ! Enter the vil- 
lian ! 

Bernice. He was saying something about fore- 
closing a mortgage. What do you suppose he 
meant? (Pause.) Could that have been what 
Miss Langley was going to tell us this afternoon? 

Clarice. Surely there can't be a mortgage on 
the school ! 

Esther. My grandmother says that mortgages 
are awful things. 

Ethel. So she has had experience? 

Bernice (doubtfully). Well, you know the 
finances have been at a rather low ebb for a long- 
time. 

Toodles. It is about time for the fairy god- 
mother to appear. 

Joyce. Those things are always in stories. 

Clarice. ^Vouldn't it be awful if Miss Lang- 
ley did have to close Johnson Hall ! 

Ethel. What a disgrace it would be to have 
my name connected with a school too poor to 
pay its debts. 



16 THE CHARITY PUPIL. 

Toodlcs. It's too bad about you ! 

Beniice. There are more serious things to 
consider than the disgrace to your name, Ethel. 
(Pause.) 

Joyce. Isn't there anything we can do? 

Kitty. I am afraid not. 

Esther. Miss Langley may wish to tell us 
about it herself, so we would better not say any- 
thing about it just now ! 

(Bell rings. Girls rise.) 

Florence. Betty and Olive are coming over 
Thursday, and we want you, Bernice, to help us 
plan for a celebration. 

Bernice. I know what we can do. A spread ! 

All. The very thing ! 

Bernice. We can talk about it upstairs in my 
room, for the bell has rung and we must not 
stop. (Exit girls.) 

Curtain. 



ACT II. 

Scene. — Same as Act I. Next morning. 

(Enter Hetty and Magnolia.) 

Hetty. Now this room has to be dusted every 
morning. I keep the dusters and dust-cap in that 
bag (pointing). Miss Langley is petikler about 
the dustin', so be sure an' do it v/ell, an' don't 
be afraid to reach up (pointing). Well, I'll 
leave it to you, for I must go along about my 



THE CHARITY PUPIL. 17 

work. (She peeks back through door and smiles 
knowingly. Magnolia goes toward dust-bag.) 

Hetty. My, but I worked that easy ! 

(Exi't Hetty.) 

Magnolia (pulling out dust-cap). What a 
cute little cap! (holding it up.) At home I al- 
ways used a cloth tied around my head (putting 
it on before glass). Why, isn't that pretty! I 
look like Evangeline in it, or — or Priscilla, the 
Puritan maiden. (Pulls dust cloth out and 
shakes it; starts dusting.) Well, this table 
doesn't look as if it had been dusted under here 
for a week. What a dust ! I wonder what girl 
it was that dusted under here yesterday. (Gets 
down side of piano to dust.) I am glad the girls 
share the work. It seems like home, helping this 
way. (Hums to herself.) 

(Enter Bernice, Toodles, Florence, Esther, 
Ethel and Joyce, not seeing Magnolia.) 

Bernice. Oh, girls, we're behind on our Ten- 
nyson — that is, I am. 

Ethel. Fm just as far behind as you are. 

Esther. And I guess you could beat me ! 

Bernice. You know Miss Langley expects us 
to recite part of "Elaine," Friday. 

Toodles. Well, then, we better get on to our 
job. 

Ethel. Toodles, you do use such disgusting 
English. (Toodles shrugs shoulders.) 

Bernice. Say, Joyce, pass over the "Idylls of 
the King;" it's right on the table. (Joyce looks 
books over.) 



18 THE CHARITY PUPIL. 

Joyce. It's not here. 

Florence. Well, then, let's see if we can do 
without it. I know I can, of course. (Girls 
exchange glances.) 

Esther. Very well, then, Florence, we can 
learn from you. 

Toodles. Pitch in, now. Miss Brag. 

Florence. Bernice, you recite with me. You 
know it's that part where Elaine is dead, and 
they put her on a raft and send her down the 
river. 

Bernice. I'll do the best I can. 

Bernice and Florence (reciting). 

"So those two brethren from the chariot took, 

And on the black decks laid her in her bed, 

Set in her hand a lily, and kissed her quiet brow, 

Saying, "Sister, farewell forever." 

Then rose the dumb .old servitor, and the dead. 

Steered by the dumb, went upward with the flood." 

(They both stop.) 

Bernice. With the flood — with the flood — er — 
(pause). Florence, now is your chance; you 
know it all (sarcastically). 

Florence. Well, I — er — well, really I — (a 
pause). 

Bernice (ignoring Florence). IJ'ill somebody 
go on ? 

Magnolia (stepping forward with duster. 
Girls jump in surprise. As she begins to recite 
they nudge one another and stare at her). 



THE CHARITY PUPIL. 19 

"In her right, the Hly, in her left, 
The letter — all her bright hair streaming down — 
And all the coverlid was cloth of gold. 
Drawn to her waist, and she herself in white 
All but her face, and that clear-featured face ' 
Was lovely, for she did not seem as dead, 
But fast asleep, and lay as though she smiled." 

(A pause.) 

Bernice (stepping forward). Well, Mag, 
where did you learn Tennyson, and zuhat are you 
doing here? 

Magnolia. Oh, mother and I used to read to- 
gether. She was very fond of Tennyson and so 
am I. I am glad you are studying "Idylls of the 
King." 

Esther. But how did you happen to be in 
here? 

Magnolia. Why, this is my morning to do the 
dusting! (Girls exchange glances.) 

Ethel (loftily). Well, I don't have to work 
for my board. (Magnolia turns away.) 

Toodles (aside). Oh, this is part of Hetty's 
little game, is it? 

Joyce. Let's get out of the dust. 

Ethel. We'll go into the garden and finish our 
lesson. (Magnolia resumes dusting.) 

Toodles. Farewell, Lady Mag! 

Bernice (to others as they go out). Well, 
girls, she isn't quite as green as we thought ! 

Ethel. She needn't come here trying to teach 
me. (Exit girls.) 



20 THE CHARITY PUPIL. 

Magnolia. The girls here treat me very 
strangely. And they call me "Mag." Nobody 
ever called me "Mag" before except that mean 
little scamp of a Tommy Sparks, and that when 
he was the most hateful. If the girls do this 
way, I shall hate them (showing anger). But I 
must not forget that mother said kindness begets 
kindness everywhere. I will try not to notice it. 

(Enter Miss Green.) 

Miss Green (stopping a moment and looking 
at Magnolia). Are you Miss Langley's maid? 

Magnolia (starting and turning around). No; 
I'm one of Miss Langley's pupils (taking off her 
dust-cap). 

Miss Green. Oh, then perhaps you can tell 
me who owns Johnson Hall ? 

Magnolia. It has been in the Langley family 
for three generations. 

Miss Green. Do you know whether the school 
pays and whether it is free from debt? 

Magnolia (hesitatingly). Well, I heard Miss 
Langley tell my mother about two years ago that 
she had lost money l^y bad investments, and had 
to mortgage the school. I remember she cried 
about it. (Pausing and looking startled.) Are 
you Miss Green? Perhaps I have told you some- 
thing that should be kept secret. 

Miss Green. It is perfectly safe with me, child. 
But I noticed, as I came in, that you were dust- 
ing. Do the girls help with the work? 

Magnolia. Oh, yes, indeed, we take our turn 
dusting and doing the chamberwork. 



THE CHARITY PUPIL. 21 

Miss Green. Does the new girl from the coun- 
try seem to enjoy the school? 

Magnolia (stammeringly). Why — er — I — yes, 
I think she will. I'm the new girl, you know. 

Miss Green. Oh! Well, I must not keep you 
from your work. Good morning, my dear. 
(Exit.) 

Magnolia. I guess Miss Green is right. I was 
wasting time. (Resuming work.) 

(Enter Miss Langley.) 

Miss Langley ( pausing and looking in great 
surprise at Magnolia). Magnolia! is it possi- 
ble— 

Magnolia. Oh, Miss Langley, is it so late? I 
have not meant to waste time, but Miss Green 
called and she talked to me. I will make up for 
lest time now. (Starts dusting hurriedly.) 

Miss Langley. But why are you in here dust- 
ing? 

Magnolia. Why, Miss Langley, don't you 
know ? It's my morning to do this work ! 

Adiss Langley. Your morning? What do you 
mean? Where is Hetty? 

Magnolia. Hetty? Oh, she told me that the 
girls take turns dusting, and this happens to be 
my morning. 

Miss Langley (gasps). Do you mean to tell 
me Hetty told you this about the dusting? 
(Starts to leave stage.) Well, I must see her 
about this immediately ! 

Magnolia (running after her). Why, Miss 
Langley, you aren't going to scold her? She was 



22 THE CHARITY PUPIL. 

very kind and helped me with all the chamber- 
work. Perhaps, though, I misunderstood her. 

Miss Langlcy. I think you must have. (Exit.) 

Magnolia (looking regretfully after her). Oh, 
dear, I wish I hadn't said anything, but I can't 
see why she was so surprised. (Putting cap and 
duster away.) There, that's done. (Exit Mag- 
nolia.) 

(Enter Bernice and Clarice.) 

Bcrnice. Now, Clarice, I'm going to appoint 
you my assistant in the great work which is now 
to be undertaken (grandly). 

Clarice (saluting). At your service, madam 
— sir, I should say. 

Bernice. Namely, to prepare for a spread in 
honor of the renowned Betty Maitland and Olive 
Arlington. 

Clarice. Well, what are your plans for the 
campaign, general? 

Bernice. Of course, it's going to be a spread, 
and I — (girls laugh outside). Oh, bother, here 
come the girls. I will tell you the full particu- 
lars later. 

(Enter Esther, Toodles, Ethel, Florence, Kitty 
and Joyce.) 

Joyce. Oh, Bernice, when is the spread to be? 

Bernice. Why, let me see. To-morrow night, 
in my room. 

All. W^iat a lark ! 

Clarice (holding up hand). Ssh ! Spies are 
ever on the lookout. Beware ! 



THE CHARITY PUPIL. 23 

Ethel. What time do you propose to have it? 

Bernice. L.leven o'clock, I guess. The lights 
are out at ten, and eleven all uninvited persons 
should be asleep. (Turning to Clarice.) Mind 
you listen at Aliss Langley's door to see if all 
be well. 

Clarice. If she's snoring I shall not need to 
listen. (Girls laugh. Pause.) 

Bernice. Say, girls, it doesn't seem quite right 
not to invite Magnolia. 

Ethel. What ! that charity pupil ! No, I guess 
not. If she comes, I'm — not — in it (turning 
away). 

Toodlcs. I'll risk your fine feelings interfer- 
ing with a spread. 

Elorence. Oh, well, you know she insists on 
going to bed at eight o'clock. 

Bernice. Very well, then, only I don't feel 
quite right about it. By the way, girls, you must 
each come prepared to do a stunt. 

Toodles (striking an attitude). "Give me 
liberty or give me de'ath," or give me — prunes. 

Florence. How will this do? (rolling her eyes 
and clutching wildly at the air.) Is it a dagger 
I see before me? 

Ethel. Unhand me, villian, or by my troth, 
thou wilt rue this day. 

Esther. My grandmother says that there is 
tragedy enough without afifecting it. 

Toodles. How will this do? (reciting with 
gesticulations, in a high-pitched voice.) 



24 THE CHARITY PUPIL. 

"Twinkle, twiirkle, little star, 
How I wonder what you are; 
Up above the earth so high, 
Like a diamond in the sky." 

Joyce. Hear! hear! 

(Enter Hetty.) 

Bernice. What's the matter, Hetty? You look 
as xi your last friend had deserted you. 

Hetty (dejectedly). An' I guess she has, too. 
Miss Langley found out about my makin' the 
country girl do the dustin' this morning, an' — 

Florence (indignantly). Did she tell on you? 
I wouldn't have done such a mean thing. 

Bernice. No doubt Miss Langley found her 
dusting and she had to explain. 

Ethel. So you take Magnolia's part, do you? 

Bernice. Yes, I do. 

Hetty. An' if the young ladies ain't a goin' 
back on me. 

T oodles (tragically). You, too, Brutus. 

Esther (going over to her). Never mind, 
Hetty, we'll stand by you. My grandmother says, 
"Never desert a friend in distress." 

(Exit Hetty.) 

Clarice. But what makes you take Mag's 
part, Bernice? 

Bernice. Well, to tell the truth, I have no 
special reason, except that we are no better than 
she is. I was once Bernice Julien, not Bernice 
Julien, the daughter of the financier, Hiram P. 
Julien. In the first private school I attended I 
was treated very much as we are treating Mag- 



THE CHARITY TUPIL. 25 

nolia here. Oh, you needn't stare^I was. Each 
time I tried to make a friendly advance, it was, 
"Oh, it's you, is it?" (imitating.) And I can 
tell you I felt pretty sore and homesick. I have 
no doubt Magnolia feels the same way, but tries 
not to show it. That's why I take her part. So 
there ! 

Kitty (after a slight pause). Well, I don't 
know but what you ore right. 

Clarice. And I. for one, would like to know 
her better. 

Joyce. So would I. 

Ethel (loftily). Oh, no doubt she stands high 
in the society of Fairville, and is a very much 
sought-after belle. 

Bernice. Well, Fairville would be good enough 
for me, and as for society — oh, some people come 
up from the ashcart business, you know. (Ethel 
looks uncomfortable.) 

Esther. I heard my grandmother say she once 
heard a minister, who said, "Don't be ashamed of 
your business if it's honest, even if it's peddling 
soap grease !" 

Toodles. Oh, come off with your soft soap! 

Ethel. Magnolia may be respectable and all 
that, but I don't think she is in my class. 

Joyce. No. She is in the class above you. 

Bernice. Appearances are deceitful. Re- 
member the Tennyson incident ! 

Toodles. I should say they are. 

Florence. Oh, I'm never fooled by appear- 
ances. I guess not ! 



26 THE CHARITY PUPIL. 

Kitty. Some people never are ! 

(Enter Hetty, ushering in Olive and Betty in 
street clothes.) 

Hetty. Miss Bernice, here be some young 
ladies inquirin' for you. 

Bernice. Visitors? At this time of day? 

Olive (coming forward). Yes. Hullo, every- 
body ! 

All. Hullo ! hullo ! 

Bernice (jumping up). Why, Olive Arling- 
ton, you here? And Betty? We didn't expect 
you were coming until to-morrow. Take off your 
things, girls. (Hetty takes them and exits.) 

OUtc. We received permission from Miss 
Langley to spend to-night instead of to-morrow 
night. (Girls look at one another with woe- 
begone faces.) 

Kitty. But you can stay to-morrow night, too, 
can you not? 

Olive. No ; one night is all we are allowed. 
(Chorus of groans from girls.) 

Esther. But our spread ! 

Betty. What spread ? 

Florence. You have let it all out now, Esther, 
we may as well tell. 

Esther. My grandmother always said I 
couldn't keep a secret. 

Bernice. Well, you see we had planned a 
grand spread in your honor for to-morrow night. 
Now all that seems spoiled, but — we must think 
of some way to keep you here. 

Olive. Yes; it would be awful to miss that. 



THE CHARITY PUPIL. 27 

Betty. That's right, it would. 

Joyce. Something must turn up in our favor. 

(Enter Miss Langley and Miss Green.) 

Miss Langley (pausing at doorway). Miss 
Green, these are my girls. This is my friend, 
Miss INIatikla Green, young ladies. (Girls bow.) 

Miss ■Green. I am very glad to meet the girls. 

Miss Langley (to girls). Miss Green is to 
stay a while here, and would like to make herself 
one of us. 

Miss Green. I have already met one of the 
pupils. • She was dusting this room this morning. 
She is a very charming girl, and if she represents 
the character of the school, it is one of which 
to be proud. (Girls exchange glances.) 

Bernice (aside). Another champion ! 

Miss Langley. Miss Green wishes to make a 
tour of the school before dinner time, so we must 
be moving. (Starts to go out, but turns back.) 
Oh, I meant to tell you that to-morrow I shall 
be away on business, and expect to remain over 
night. 

(Exit Miss Langley and Miss Green.) 

T oodles. Now, what do you know about that? 

Bernice (jumping up). I knoiu that it will 
give us a chance to have our spread after all. 

All. Oh, goody! goody! 

Olive. Just the very loophole we were looking 
for. 

Bernice. Now Miss Langley will never know 
what an eventful night was spent during her 
absence. 



28 THE CHARITY PUPIL. 

T oodles. Hooray ! Three cheers for the ab- 
sence that makes the heart grow fonder. 

All (in muffled voices). Hurrah! hurrah! 
hurrah ! 

Curtain. 



ACT ni. 

Curtain rises, sliowing Bernice's room ready for the 
spread. Girls in pretty kimonos. 

(For the stunts, introduce any Recitations, Readings, 
Monologs, Dialogs, Drills, and Musical numbers — these 
selections to be governed by the accomplishments of 
the participants.) 

Bernice (surveying room). There, I guess 
everything is ready now. The girls ought to be 
here pretty soon, for it has now reached the 
witching hour of eleven (glancing at clock). 
My, those olives look good ! 

(Enter Esther, with candle, which she blows 
out at door.) 

Esther. So I am the first arrival ? My grand- 
mother says it is always best to be a little ahead 
of time. 

Bernice (sweetly). Oh, does she? (Aside.) 
I guess it's more likely she wants to be sure of 
the "eats!" 

(Enter Betty and Olive, with Clarice and 
Joyce, with candles.) 

Clarice. Well, I'm satisfied that no one has 
any inkling of what is going on. Miss Green 



THE CHARITY PUPIL. 29 

ought to be a very sound sleeper, at least, I hope 
she is for our sakes, and I don't think Hetty- 
would give us away. 

(Girls make themselves at home.) 

Olive. You certainly have prepared a royal 
feast for us. 

Joyce. Oh, T do wish the girls would come. 

(Enter Ethel, 1 oodles, Florence, Kitty, with 
candles.) 

Betty. Speaking of angels, they appear. 

Toodles. Pretty near "angels of darkness." 
These lights out at ten make it bad for us. 

Kitty. We were fortunate to have candles. 

Bernice. No candles for me this night. The 
school will be out just so much more for gas, for 
what is a spread without light? 

Ethel. Have you all got your stunts prepared ? 

Florence. Oh, I thought of mine the very first 
thing. I have practiced it so much that I am per- 
fectly sure of it. 

Toodles. So that was what ailed you last 
night, was it? You jabbered so in your sleep, I 
thought you were going to have a fit. 

Olive. Poor thing! to have such a ferocious 
bedfellow ! 

Toodles. It is hard. 

Bernice. I guess we can start in now. Is 
everyone here? 

Joyce. Yup ! 

Betty. Now for the feast ! 

Kitty. Oh, isn't it just scrumptious! (Girls 
sit down preparatory to eating.) 



30 THE CHARITY PUPIL. 

Bernice (drawing Betty and Olive forward). 
These, friends, schoolmates, countrymen, are the 
guests of honor. To them will be allotted the 
seat nearest the macaroons and these choice im- 
ported olives. 

(Girls start in to eat schoolgirl spread fashion.) 

Ethel. I'm so glad Miss Langley was called 
away. Wasn't it fortunate for us ? 

All. Yes, wasn't it? 

Bernice. Perhaps we had better start in with 
the stunts now, and get them over with in case 
we are interrupted. Kitty, you give yours first. 

(Kitty gives stvuit. Applause.) 

Joyce. Just pass over those jelly sandwiches. 

Bernice. Well, Toodles, are you ready with 
your stunt? 

Toodles. "You would scarce expect one of my 
age, to appear in public on the stage." 

Betty. Hear ! hear ! 

Olive. We have a poetess in our midst ! 

Toodles (rising). No, not every one can be 
a poet, any more than any sheep can be a go-at ! 

Ethel. Horrors ! Again ? 

Florence. Please spare us ! 

(Toodles gives stunt. Applause.) 

(A loud knock is heard at the door. All stop 
in petrified amazement.) 

Bernice. Good gracious, it's Miss Langley! 
Quick, girls, hide! (Wild confusion. Girls 
scatter behind table, chairs, etc., etc. Another 
knock. Bernice goes to door and unlocks it.) 

(Enter Miss Green, with candle.) 



THE CHARITY PUPIL. 31 

Bernicc. Why, good evening, Miss Green. 
(Turning to girls, in stage whisper.) It's only- 
Miss Green, girls. 

Miss Green (affably, with some sarcasm). I 
hope I am not very late. I have never had a 
chance to attend a girls' midnight party before, 
so I appreciate all the more your thoughtfulness 
in inviting me. (Settles herself comfortably in 
chair, as girls gradually emerge from hiding 
places.) 

Bernice (to Clarice). Of all queer things! 
Who invited her? 

Clarice. T certainly didn't. (Both laugh.) 
She must have overheard our plans. 

Bernice. It's all up with us now! 

Miss Green (looking around). This seems to 
be a kimono party. If I had known — but there, 
I haven't one with me anyway. (Pausing and 
eying the girls closely.) How often do you have 
these kimono parties? 

Esther. We call them "spreads." 

Ethel. We are giving this in honor of two of 
our friends. Miss Langley lets us have them 
when we have been very good. (Girls gasp.) 

Clarice. We find it convenient, however, to 
have them while she is away, for we know then 
that the noise will not disturb her. 

Bernice (to Betty and Olive). I suppose we 
would better ask her to stay. Evidently she in- 
tends to do so. We'll be in for it when Miss 
Langley gets home to-morrow, though ! 



32 THE CHARITY PUPIL. 

Olive. Try and be as nice to her as possible, 
and maybe she won't tell ! 

Bernice (turning to Miss Green, who has been 
talking with some of the girls). We would like 
to have you stay with us, Miss Green. 

Miss Green (aside). This will be a good 
place to learn something of the girls' ways. 
Thank you, my dear, I should like to. 

Ethel. We have a little entertainment always. 
Perhaps you can contribute something toward it? 

Miss Green. If I had known I was to be 
present at a midnight — what do you call it ? 

Joyce. A midnight "spread." 

Miss Green. Oh, yes. If I had known I was 
to be present at a midnight "spread," I certainly 
should have tried to prepare something to add 
to the enjoyment. As it is, I am unprepared. 
(Girls pass food to her.) There are some re- 
maining numbers on the program, I hope. 

T oodles. Yes ; Florence was just going to give 
her stunt when you came in. 

Bernice (aside to Florence). Go ahead, Flor- 
ence ; she's one of us, you know. 

(Florence gives stunt. Applause.) 

Miss Green. My dear, you have the art of 
making us laugh ! 

Florence. Thank you. 

Bernice. The next number on the program 
will be a comb solo by the world-renowned Pro- 
fessor St. Clair Longa de Winda, of the Jon- 
sohn Orchestra! 



THE CHARITY PUPIL. 33 

(Clarice gives stunt with several stops for 
wind. Applause.) 

Miss Green. You are indeed a virtuoso ! 

Olive. We ought to have a bicycle pump to 
keep you supplied with wind. 

Ethel. Can't you give us "Silver Threads 
Among the Gold ?" 

Clarice. No ; that's not in my repertoire as 
a solo. 

Joyce. Say, girls, give three reasons why a 
man is like a kerosene lamp. 

Esther (after a short pause). Because he 
lights up once in a while. 

Joyce. Way off! 

Betty. Because he frequently needs refilling? 

Joyce. That might make the lourth one, but 
it's not one of the three that I am thinking of. 

Bernice. I give it up ! 

Olive. So do L 

Florence. And I ! 

Joyce. First, because lie often goes out at 
night ; second, because he smokes a great deal ; 
and last, because he is easily turned down. 

Ethel. Good enough. 

Miss Green. Well, I have never given much 
thought to the whys and wherefores of men, so 
I've never tried to think why a man is like a 
lamb. (Girls smile suggestively.) 

Bernice. Come Esther and Betty and your 
colleagues, are you ready for your stunt ? 

Betty (aside). Oh, my, do we come next? 
(Esther groans.) 



34 THE CHARITY PUPIL. 

Ethel. Go ahead, you four ! 

(Esther, Betty, Kitty and Joyce give stunt. 
Applause.) 

Miss Green. You did very well, my dears. 

Joyce. Thank you ! (Others smile.) 

Miss Green. You have quite a roomful. Miss 
Hostess. Are all the girls here ? 

Bernice. Yes — I — that is — 

Kitty. All but Magnolia. 

Aliss Green. She is the new girl, is she not? 

Clarice. Yes. She is not quite used to our 
ways yet, and she — 

Joyce. Insists on going to bed at eight o'clock. 

Miss Green. Now, do you know, I think she 
is a very sensible girl. (Girls exchange glances.) 

Esther. Well, now, that is what my grand- 
mother would say. 

Florence. The next stunt is in order now. 
Bernice, I should think it was about your turn. 
(Ethel and Olive go to back of room behind 
screen.) 

Bernice (rising). I depended on you girls to 
furnish the entertainment, but if I must — . Here 
goes. (Bernice gives stunt. Applause.) 

Betty. That's great ! 

Miss Green. You certainly missed your call- 
ing, my dear ! You should have gone on the 
vaudeville stage. 

Bernice (smiVing). I am thinking of it. (After 
a slight pause.) There is still one more stunt 
that we haven't had. Ethel and Olive are going 



THE CHARITY PUPIL. 35 

to give theirs now. (The)^ come forward and 
give stunt. Applause.) 

Miss Green. That was very pretty my dears, 
yes, very pretty. 

Bernice (to Miss Green). Miss Green, this 
is the last of the stunts. Now we are going to 
have a closing selection by the famous Jonsohn 
Orchestra. If you had remained in bed, we 
wouldn't have dared do this. As it is, this will 
beat all the noises you have heard yet. (They 
laugh.) Come on, girls! (She pulls out from 
under couch, horns, combs, harmonicas, tin pans, 
etc., etc., and hands them to the girls.) We will 
play to-night, at Miss Fenleigh's request, "Silver 
Threads Among the Gold." 

(The girls "play." Bernice conducts, beating 
time with a baton, or plays violin or other in- 
strument, sustaining the melody. Piano, light 
accompaniment. Miss Green covers her ears 
with her hands. Piano continues to play as cur- 
tain goes down.) 

Curtain. 



ACT IV. 



Scene. — School sitting room just after commence- 
ment exercises. Graduates distinguished from others 
by white dresses. 

(Enter Magnolia, Kitty, Joyce and Clarice.) 
Magnolia. This is the first Commencement 
Pve ever attended. 



36 THE CHARITY PUPIL. 

Clarice. I am to graduate next year. 

Joyce. Didn't our girls carry off the honors 
well? 

Magnolia. Ethel must be very bright to win 
the scholarship. 

Clarice. Toodles would have carried off the 
prize for "English as it is spoke" all right if there 
had been one. 

Kitty. Toodles is not nearly so slangy as she 
used to be. I think she has improved. 

(Enter Bernice, Ethel, Florence, Toodles, 
Esther, with diplomas.) 

Toodles. I tell you, this does give one a down- 
in-the-mouth feeling. Still, there is some satis- 
faction in knowing that we do look "classy." 

Magnolia (aside). Not so much improve- 
ment after all. 

Bernice. This is the last of the dear old 
"Golden Rule" days. 

Ethel. Oh, talk about something more cheer- 
ful. 

Florence. Well, we certainly have the pleasure 
of looking back over many good times. 

Joyce. The spread, for instance. 

Esther. Do you know my conscience has 
troubled me about that spread ? 

Toodles. Been hearing from your grand- 
mother lately, haven't you, Esther? 

Esther. I wouldn't need to. 

Ethel. Well, I must say I have felt it was 
beneath my principles to lend myself to anything 



THE CHARITY PUPIL. 37 

in the way of deception, even if I did have a 
good time out of it. 

Toodles. Oh, cut it out ! 

Kitty. Miss Langley has been so good to us, 
it doesn't seem right to break rules even for a 
good time. 

B entice. Well, girls, I felt just as you do, and 
felt so strongly that I took it upon myself to tell 
Miss Langley all aI)out it. (Girls look aston- 
ished.) 

Clarice. You told her? 

All. What did she say? 

Bernice. She didn't say very much, but I am 
glad I told her. Miss Langley believes "an open 
confession is good for the soul," and I am sure 
includes us all in her forgiveness. (Girls nod 
approval.) Miss Langley is evidently in serious 
trouble. I only hope it will come out all right. 

Ethel. I am very glad you told her. (Slight 
pause. ) 

Clarice. To change the subject, you must feel 
pretty sore, Bernice, over losing the scholarship. 

Bernice. 1 don't see why you should all think 
that I should win. We have all worked for it, 
and I am sure Ethel wins fairly. (Going to 
Ethel.) Ethel, I congratulate you. (Shaking 
hands.) 

Ethel. Thank you, Bernice ! Next to win- 
ning myself, I should like to have had you win. 

Bernice. Trying has been good for me. Per- 
haps being beaten is good for me, too. By the 



38 THE CHARITY PUPIL. 

way, what are your plans for the summer, girls? 
Mother and I are going to join dad in London 
and go through Great Britain in our touring car. 

Kitty. I'm going to the Yellowstone Park for 
a while. Just think of it ! 

Esther. We's going to my grandmother's farm 
this year. 

Toodles. Your grandmother should have had 
a diploma, too, for she has been so much a part 
of us. I'm free to confess I hope she has grad- 
uated from my society for all time. 

Joyce. Give my best regards to your grand- 
mother when you see her. (Girls draw off to 
one side, talking, leaving Bernice and Magnolia 
on couch.) 

Bernice. What are you planning to do this 
summer, Magnolia? 

Magnolia (disconsolately). I don't know. I 
haven't heard from father for a long time. You 
know he went out West. I am beginning to 
worry about him. If I don't hear soon, I will 
have to find something to do during this summer, 
for I should be sorry to burden Miss Langley. 

Bernice. We must hope for the best. 

(Enter Miss Green.) 

Miss Green (to Ethel). My dear, I wish to 
congratulate you on winning the scholarship. It 
is indeed an honor. 

Ethel. Thank you. 

Miss Green (to girls). In this time I have 
stayed with you, I have found out the good times 
school-girls have are not all in books. Just here 



THE CHARITY PUPIL. 39 

let me say Miss Langley does not know of your 
little kimono party. 

Dcrnicc. But she docs know, Miss Green. We 
have told her all about it. 

Miss Green. As that was the first and last I 
shall probably ever attend, I did not wish to spoil 
it by getting you into trouble. I think you did 
quite right to tell her. Girls, I have something 
nice to tell you (feeling in her pocket). Why, I 
thought I had the letter with me. I must have 
left it in my room. (Exit.) 

(Enter Miss Langley slowly.) 

Miss Langley (seating herself). Dear girls, I 
hate to mar your happy day, but there is some- 
thing of importance I wish to tell you. There 
is a very heavy mortgage on Johnson Hall. The 
time expires to-morrow. So Johnson Hall will 
have to be closed and sold. It has been in the 
family for more than three generations. Oh, it 
seems more than I can bear (burying her face 
in her hands). 

Bernice (going up to her). Oh, Miss Lang- 
ley, I am so very, very sorry ! 

Ethel. Can't something be done? 

Kitty. And I can't have any Commencement ! 

Clarice. Oh, don't think of such things now, 
Kitty. 

(Enter Hetty, excitedly, with telegram.) 

Hetty. Miss Green — girls— Miss Langley — 
oh, ma'am, it's a telegraphum ! 

Miss Langley. Bernice, you read ; I — I can't ! 

(Bernice opens and reads.) 



40 THE CHARITY PUPIL. 

(Enter Miss Green. She stops in surprise.) 
"To Miss Elizabeth Langley, 
"Johnson Hall, N. Y. : 

"Johnson Hall endowed by me. Amount, $50,Q00. 
Receive check to-morrow. Miss Green will explain. 
Love to my daughter Magnolia. 

"J.\MES T. Simpson." 

(Miss Langley looks dazed. Girls gasp in 
astonishment.) 

Ethel (grabbing girl nearest her). A charity 
pupil, eh ! 

Florence (aside). I knew as much! 

Miss Green (coming forward with self-satis- 
fied air, unfolding a letter). I was about to tell 
the good news 1 received yesterday to you all, 
but thought I would wait until the excitement of 
the exercises was over. 

Miss Langley. Oh, it can't — ^it can't be true. 
(She falls back, while girls run for smelling 
salts. Toodles fans her vigorously.) 

Miss Green. Goocl news never kills. (Miss 
Green proceeds as Miss Langley sits up.) Pos- 
sibly you girls have wondered why I am here. 
Miss Langley has supposed me a boarding school 
inspector. Now, I am going to tell you the pur- 
pose of my stay. Years ago James Simpson and 
I went to school together in the little red school- 
house in Fairville. (Magnolia starts.) Later on 
I moved to Mexico, where I grew up. What was 
my surprise to meet there a man whom I dis- 
covered was the same Jim Simpson that I knew 
in the red schoolhouse days. He was rapidly 



\ 



THE CHARITY PUPIL. 41 

acquiring a large fortune, and upon learning of 
his wife's death, and Magnolia's whereabouts, he 
wished, out of gratitude to you, Miss Langley, 
to endow the school. 

Magnolia (starting forward). Oh, Miss 
Green ! My father ! 

Miss Green. Yes, my dear! (Draws Magnolia 
to her.) He sent me here in the guise of a board- 
ing school inspector, in order that I might malce 
my inquiries to the best advantage. That was 
my mission here. You see the result. This letter 
in substance is the same as the telegram. 

Kitty. And I can have my Commencement 
after all. 

Miss Langley (rising and coming forward). 
Yes, Kitty, you shall have your Commencement, 
and I my old home, thanks to Mr. Simpson and 
Miss Green and this dear child (drawing Mag- 
nolia to her). 

(Bell rings; exit Hetty.) 

]\Iiss Langley ("turning to Miss Green). I can 
simplv say, "I thank you." 

(Enter'Hetty.) 

Hetty. Here's a specially delivered letter for 
.you, ma'am ! (Miss Langley reads letter silently.) 

Bernice. Hasn't this been an eventful Com- 
mencement Day? 

Ethel. I fully confess to being won over to 
your side, Bernice (turning to Magnolia). For- 
give me, Magnolia, for all I have said. Let's be 
friends (holding out her hand). 

Magnolia. Gladly ! 



42 THE CHARITY PUPIL. 

]\Iiss Langlcy (rising). It is a letter from Mr. 
Simpson inviting, me with Magnolia and Miss 
Green, to visit him this summer in Mexico. 

Bernice (stepping over to Magnolia). You 
see, girls, appearances are deceitful. She whom 
we were pleased to call "the charity pupil" has 
saved Johnson Hall. Now let's give three 
rousing cheers for Johnson Hall! (Girls cheer.) 

Curtain. 



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have full number of stars sewed on both sides. They 
are high grade, durable and perfect The Biggest 
Flag Bargain Offered. 

How to get one T**^^ 

of these big flags X^ leC 

Your scholars will gladly contribute five cents each for the flag. 
Or, divide the schoo iinto "teams," and have a contest to sec 
which team can raise the most money for the flag. Or, send 
us thirty centsf ort hree dozen very finel ittle silk flags. These 
your scholars can sel Ifor five cents each, proceeds to go towards 
the purchase of a flag. Or, give an entertainment and with the 
proceeds buy a flag and a library. The people want you to have 
a flag, and they will help. 

Don't Delay--Do If Now! 

MARCH BROTHERS, Publishers 

208, 210, 212 Wright Avenue, LEBANON, OHIO 



